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unlocked the door.
    “Yes, payment,” he responded as he smacked her on her ass and pushed her through the front door.
    All of their joking stopped when they walked through the front door. Brayden stole a quick glimpse at Trish and saw her just standing there, frozen with big eyes and a wide-open mouth. He had seen the photos of the place she had printed out that day at the gym, but even those pictures were an understatement of what they were actually seeing. His heart dropped as the magnitude of the damage to the home hit him. He had no doubt that she been set up, and had been tricked into buying this house. It was a money pit that was unloaded in her unexpected lap, and he knew that she didn't have the cash to replace and reconstruct this place in a way that she would be able to sell it. It didn't take a whiz to know what that would mean for her, and for her young business that she was building. He broke the silence by walking over and testing the large stair rail while he thought. He hid the smile that wanted to spread across his full lips as something came to his mind. He would never insult her by forcing her into his bed. Frankly, he really did want that, but with his idea, it would at least make the odds in his favor of actually winning her.
    “I think it's safe to go upstairs and see the damage up there,” he offered.
    “Why? There's no need. There is no freakin' way I can flip this damn house. Look at it…let’s count. There’s one, two…THREE leaks in the roof, holes in the wall, cracked tiles, and that's just what's in the entryway. Can you imagine what other threats this house holds for me?”
    “So, you have enough funds to pay off the loan when it comes due?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
    “No, not really. I refuse to call him for a loan,” she mumbled.
    Damn right, you won't, he thought. He knew who she was referring to.
    “How much do you have for this project?” he asked seriously as he pulled a writing pad from his tool belt.
    Trish took a deep breath to steady her voice before she spoke.
    “I can do sixty thousand. Maybe more if I can sell some of my other properties.”
    “No, don't sink all of your revenue into this job. You'll be fucked again if it sits too long on the market. Okay, so that's how much, huh,” he finished as he took off walking on the ground floor. It was a shame that the house had gotten to this state. With his eye for construction, he could see it at its better state. It was a lovely place, but now it had been vandalized, stripped of its wiring and copper pipes, windows had been broken, what was left of the kitchen was a mess, and he picked up quickly that someone had been living in the place at one time, or maybe even now.
    “Do you know if anyone has done a walk-through to ensure no squatters had taken up in the place?”
    Trish's eyes got wider at his question. He watched as she reached into her purse and pulled out a Taser, handing it over to him. She then reached back in to pull out a gun. He was able to get over the fact that she was packing heat quickly, but the fact that she gave him the stun gun and kept the actual gun didn't sit well with him. His eyes widened in shock.
    “Why do I have this thing and you have that?” he asked as he tested the weight of the device in his hand. He shook his head at her bright smile and gestured for her to lead the way. “Hell, you got the gun, so you can go first,” he laughed at her reluctance to move.
    They were both relieved to see that whoever had been staying there had cleared out, and the top level wasn't as bad as they had thought.
    Taking out his pad, he began to take notes while she pointed out issues that he was clearly aware of. It took all his willpower not to interject in her speech. Once again, the things she said had him longing to meet the people she had been dealing with on her projects. Her estimations and comments were crazy. Every time he nodded his head and put another item on the list, she